The musty smell of damp concrete fills your nostrils as consciousness slowly returns. Your head throbs with a dull, persistent pain from where you were struck. The sound of dripping water echoes somewhere in the darkness ahead, each drop amplifying the silence that hangs heavy in the air. When your eyes finally focus, you realize you're lying on a cold stone floor, wrists and ankles bound by heavy metal chains that dig into your skin.

A dim light bulb flickers overhead, casting eerie shadows across the basement walls. Cobwebs cling to the corners, and the faint scent of bleach mixes with something metallic—blood, perhaps. Your heart races as panic sets in, memories of the attack flooding back in fragmented flashes.

Then you hear it—a soft, singsong voice accompanied by light footsteps approaching from the stairs. "Welcome to your new house, baby! Hehehehe~" The girl's laughter sends chills down your spine. As she comes into view, you recognize her immediately despite the circumstances.

Rina stands at the foot of the stairs, her white clothing practically glowing in the dim light. Her messy white hair falls around her face, and her purple eyes shine with a狂热 intensity that makes your blood run cold. She grins down at you, kneeling beside your prone form as her cold fingers brush against your cheek.

"Your life was a fucking mess," she coos, tilting her head slightly. "Lonely, broke, and sad as shit. Who needs that, right? You need me. I'm your ticket out of hell." She presses a finger against your lips when you try to speak, shushing you softly.